“There’s a first time for everything.”
“What would the papers say about that?”
“They might print something you’d enjoy reading for once.”
“I enjoy reading it all.”
“See? I knew you were my biggest fan.”
At the far wall she spins again to face me. I think she’s going to begin to walk towards me again, but she doesn’t, she leans against the wall instead, one leg bent and her foot propped up against it, her palms flat out to cushion her ass.
“Know thy enemy.”
“Why is it that you hate me again? Or is it just that you can’t admit to liking me and you actually hate that about yourself?”
She takes a moment to gaze languidly out of the window and in that moment I wonder if she’s as turned on as I am. There is a buzz of sexual tension in this room so thick I’d have trouble cutting through it with a chainsaw.
“I don’t know you well enough to answer that.”
“Do you know yourself well enough to know which question needs answering?”
That gets me a smile. If I was playing this game, which I’m not by the way, that would be the smile that would usually make me go over. I let the moment hang. I let her know she’s not going to get what she wants. Yeah, I don’t get what I want right now, but when I do, she’s going to be all over me.
“Sure, I know what I want.”
“Then I guess you just need to get to know me better.”
“In three days?”
“Don’t forget about family gatherings.”
“Of course. The ones that you are never able to make it to.”
“That might be different now.”
“I wouldn’t count on it.”
“Then you really don’t know me.”
“I know you like to play, and I know you don’t like to lose. You might be backing the wrong horse.”
“Maybe I’m backing the right horse, but the game is rigged.”
Tilly pushes herself playfully off the wall, before allowing herself to bounce back onto it.
“Then we have to change the game.”
“That’s easier said than done.”
“Depends how much you want to win.”
Again she bounces herself off the wall before allowing herself to fall back onto it.
“Or how much you like to play.”
“What’s the point in playing if you don’t do it to win?”
“Maybe I’m risk averse.”
“Then I guess you are backing the wrong horse.”
“How am I ever going to know?”
“Maybe you won’t until the game is over.”
“I still get to play it though, right?”
“As long as you play to win.”
“And what if I play to win, but I end up losing?”
“Then you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”
“I’m not used to losing.”
“Then you’ll know exactly what to do to win.”
Now she begins her slow walk towards me. One step at a time, her eyes holding mine, her movement confident and sexy. I find myself hypnotized to watch her, frozen here in a state of arousal, ready for her to fold herself into me. She stops, two steps in front of me and leans forward so she’s at my eye line. She’s close enough to kiss, and I have to fight against the urge not to do it. I need to hold on, just that little bit longer, no matter what my dick is saying.
“Because I don’t like losing either.”
“Then I guess we’d make a good team.”
Close enough to pull her into me. Close enough to run my tongue over her lower lip and bite it where she likes it to be bitten. Close enough to fuck her if she let me.
“If I were available.”
“And I dated.”
“Shame.”
“Shame.”
Sexual tension so thick I’d struggle to break through it with a mallet. I don’t think I’d even be able to drill through it with the kind of drill they bore tunnels out of rock with. Rock as hard as my swollen cock.
“I guess there is nothing we can do then.”
“I guess not.”
“Shame.”
“Shame.”
Hold on, just that little bit longer. She’s going to break, I can see it in her eyes. She’s going to fold, right into me, begging me to take her. She’s going to smile, stand up straight again, bite her lip and skip away? That’s not in the game plan.
“Tilly?”
“I’m going to lie down outside under the sun for a while, I suddenly feel a little bit light headed.”
I can’t help but smile in awe of this girl. She’s stronger than I thought. More cocky, more confident.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, of course not. You-. Go right ahead.”
Leave me here with a raging boner.
“Great.”
At the french windows, she turns.
“Landon?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t mind if you want to join me outside. You can sit in the jacuzzi if you want, I know you’re big enough to handle it. I’ve heard the views are literally breathtaking.”
And then with a sassy smile, she’s away, and I’m left with my dick in my hand, wondering what the fuck just happened.
Five minutes. I give her five minutes before she gets bored and comes back inside. I can see her trapped by the glass, alright, half of her, her legs at least, her dress pulled up to expose them to the sun, or to me, whichever, I know she knows I’ll be watching.
Five minutes. She practically ordered me to come outside, get naked and jump in the jacuzzi, but I’m not going to let her take control like that, if she wants me, she can ask me for it. I’m not some kind of performing monkey with a huge dong that people travel two hundred miles to see sit in his enclosure rubbing his dick, I’m better than that, and I know Tilly’s just playing hard to get because she can’t cope with me knowing how crazy she is about me.
Five minutes. I count them tick past. I count another ten go with them, and still Tilly hasn’t moved to come back inside. She’s mocking me. We don’t know how long we’ve got to enjoy this time alone, and she’s sat outside wasting it. I know all I need to do is go outside, rip my shorts off and sit in the tub, but that’s exactly what she wants me to do, and if I play her game, we both know she’ll have won.
At least I’ll get laid though, I suppose there is that. Unless Tilly’s bluffing me, but based on the way she was moaning earlier, the way she was sassing me just now, I don’t reckon that’s even an outside chance.
I bet she’s sat there hoping I take the bait, regretting playing the hand that way in the first place, dreading me refusing altogether. If she didn’t take the whole thing so seriously, we could be fucking again right now. Once is not going to keep me sated, and the longer we leave it until we do it again, the harder it’s going to be to be able to resist. But no, Tilly has to know that I’m not just fooling around, that I’m playing the game to win, whatever the hell that means. What’s wrong with just fooling around and having a bit of fun? We’re both adults, right? We’re obviously attracted to each other, and even though Dad and Rachel are married, it’s not like Tilly and I are related. What’s she worried about? That I’m going to love her and leave her like every single girl I’ve ever been with she reads about in the paper? Or is she worried I’ll break her heart, which might even be out of the realm of my capabilities in three days?
I know girls go crazy around me, but it usually takes a little bit longer to fall in love. And anyway, I’m not the fuck them and leave them kind of guy the world thinks I am. Yeah, a relationship with my stepsister may be a little more challenging for people with a low IQ to understand, but that in itself wouldn’t be a reason for me not to do it. That’s so far down the line I’m not even thinking about it anyway, even if Tilly might be.
I bet if we did go down that road though, after the initial knee jerk reaction of people thinking we were doing s
omething immoral, wrong or outright illegal, people would just get on with it and understand it’s a relationship like any other. Coach would probably prefer it too. At least Tilly’s wholesome. Much more wholesome than the girls I usually bring home. The weird one would be convincing our parents, although they’re both fairly liberal people they probably wouldn’t care either.
I don’t even know why I’m thinking about the possibility of a relationship anyway, because we barely know each other yet. The more time I spend with her, the more I like her, but it’s been a weird few days anyway and I might not be thinking all that clearly.
Yes she’s funny, sassy, intelligent, creative, independent, and sexy in a way that she doesn’t realize, she’s fantastic in bed and makes my dick hard just by standing next to me, but I bet she’s got just as many negatives too. I just haven’t been around her long enough to find out.
Thirty minutes and she still hasn’t come back in. This is ridiculous. She better not have fallen asleep out there. The more time that passes the more difficult it gets to resist, and my dick is still refusing to go down. I should be sleeping. Maybe I ought to do that instead. That’ll show her. Refuse her invite, lie down on my bed with her mattress underneath it and wait for her to wake me up with a little massage or mouth play. See how she likes coming in to beg.
I’d do it if I thought it would work, but I’m past the point of sleeping now anyway and my mind is on something else entirely.
I know what I should do. I should go out there just like she wants me to, but instead of sticking around and sitting in the jacuzzi and waving my dick in the air, hoping she’ll take a bite, I should walk straight past her, my top off just to give her an idea of what she’s missing out on, and go to the end of the garden and toss the football around.
When I’ve got myself all sweaty and put on a bit of a performance, I should sit in the jacuzzi like she says, and then tell her she can’t join me when she blatantly wants to. Tell her she has to beg, her panties round her ankles pushing herself back onto my tongue so I can taste whether she’s ready to get in alongside me. That’ll show her I’m not prepared to play her game. That’s bound to work.
Tilly
Thirty five minutes passes before Landon joins me on the decking. I’ve been waiting for him, although I didn’t expect him to take this long. I’m a little relieved he’s decided to come out at all, because there was a moment when I thought he’d given up on me completely. I know I’m taking a risk in playing this the way I am, but I’m not stupid, and nor am I prepared to let Landon treat me that way. I know half of the stories I read about him will be exaggerated, but I know what I’m like too. I’ve had my heart broken once, and if I’m going to let myself go again, I have to make damn sure that Landon isn’t going to disappear on me as soon as he’s got what he wants. Even if that means risking holding out on him, or not having sex with him again at all. If it’s going to end at all, I’d much rather it end now, before I’m in too deep. Alright, we’ve only known each other for three days, but I’ve known about him for a lot longer than that. If one of us is taking a risk here, it’s clearly me. This is serious for me, fun obviously, but not throwaway, and I have to make sure he understands that. If he wants me, he has to show he’s willing to commit to me, whatever that means in the context of what is possible for us. What it means for me is that if we are going to fuck each other again, we have to be aware that we are entering into the possibility of some kind of deeper or stronger connection and we have to be conscious of the consequences of that. People fuck each other all the time and it means nothing, but when Landon fucked me just now, I felt the world move, and I knew I would. I don’t want that to mean nothing. I didn’t come here looking for a relationship, and I’m not even sure I want one with Landon, but I want to know that the possibility exists if we continue doing what we’re doing.
I was hoping I’d hate him, but I was wrong. The trouble is, I have a feeling I love him, or at least I have the potential to love him, which is a ridiculous thing to say considering we’ve spent four days with each other, and a dangerous thing to admit to, either internally or to anyone else. If that really is the case, I have to tread carefully, and play this right.
Landon is part of the family now, which means any potential sexual relationship between us has its complications, but isn’t impossible. There are difficulties that will need to be worked around, thought about, put in place when the moment arises and arguably, he stands to lose more than I do if that were ever on the cards, which might lead to a lot more reluctance to engage in one.
We can do nothing but address each issue as the time comes, and the issue I need to address right now is how Landon and I can fuck each other again, without me demonstrating that I need him, without feeling like I’m falling in love with him, and, most importantly, without falling that little bit too far to make the journey back heart breaking, if I have to take it.
“You took your time.”
Landon does not look impressed, but I get the feeling he’s putting it on. He’s still looking at me, even though he’s pretending not to.
“Thought I’d let you have a bit of alone time first so you could gather your thoughts.”
“How considerate.”
“I told you, I’m always thinking about others.”
“I needed you to put my sunscreen on.”
“Well why didn’t you come back in and say?”
I hold the bottle out to him, which makes it harder for him to refuse, and sort of ignore his question at the same time.
“I can’t reach my back, and seeing as you’re already acquainted with it.”
Landon comes over and takes the bottle. I can see he feels obliged and doesn’t like it one bit. When he sits down on the edge of the lounger I feel my tummy squirm. He may have softened a little bit, but he’s still thicker than most and so obvious in the shorts he’s wearing. I feel horny knowing he’s about to put his hands on me, especially because neither one of us will know what it might lead to. On one hand I’m just asking him to apply a bit of sunscreen, on the other, I’m as horny as hell and desperate to have him fuck me again, but super keen not to show it. The sexual tension is driving me crazy, but I love it. I love knowing that Landon wants me and I love holding the cards and deciding if and when he gets it.
I spin over so he can get to my back, making sure my summer dress is loose at the top so he can slide his hands right in under the fabric.
“You might have to take your dress off again if you want me to do it properly.”
Landon lifts my hair up and sets it to one side, before running his hands out across my shoulder blades, up to my neck and then down a little further, under my dress and towards my bum as far as he can reach.
“I don’t want to get lotion all over the fabric.”
“Just don’t go that low.”
“You don’t want an all over tan?”
His hands on me feel incredible, and I knew they would.
“You think it would suit me?”
“I think taking your dress off would suit you.”
“I think taking my dress off would suit you.”
“I think it would suit us both.”
Landon pauses to put more sunscreen in his palm, which he works around the left side of my back.
“I wouldn’t want to overdo it.”
“I don’t think there’s any chance of that.”
He moves from my back to my arms, massaging my upper arm and interlocking his fingers into mine to push my palms back. It feels great, and embarrassingly, I can’t help but moan a little.
“Where did you learn to do that?”
“I’m not just your average football jock.”
“I know that already. You’re an average underwear model too.”
“You want me to do your legs?”
“Are you asking for permission?”
“I thought I better had.”
“Just in case I refuse?”
“You know you’re turning me o
n.”
“Do all simple actions turn you on, Landon?”
“They might do with you.”
“Maybe you ought to put cold water in that jacuzzi before you get into it.”
“I wasn’t going to get into it at all.”
Landon lifts my dress up over my panties to flatten against my back. He begins at my ankles, pulling my legs apart so he can get more easily at the flesh there. Simple strokes run fingers over my skin, a delicate pin point of pressure shooting bolts of pleasure through the rest of my body. From here I know he’ll be able to see my form. I know he’s seen it once already, but I let him get at it then, this is a different matter entirely. This is seeing the Christmas present before he knows when he can open it. Seeing the toy before he’s given permission to play with it.
“So, you did only come out here to massage me.”
“I’m putting on sunscreen, just so you don’t get confused.”
His hands creep up past my knee, teasing their way towards my inner thigh, before they retreat again, back to the tender flesh of my calf muscle.
“And you’re doing it so well, I won’t need to reapply it.”
“You might if you join me in the jacuzzi.”
“I thought you weren’t going to get in it.”
“That depends on how sweaty I get.”
“And what were you planning on doing exactly?”
His hands sweep towards my inner thigh again, one unbroken movement that whooshes them past my knee from my ankle. This time I feel his finger brush the edge of my panties and I have to concentrate hard not to show it affecting me.
“I was going to do a workout based on one single repeated action.”
He’s at the edge of my panties again, so close I can feel the heat of his hands in my pussy, and I know he’ll be able to feel the heat of my pussy against his hands. He whips them away before I get time to really enjoy it.
“Sounds like a lot of fun.”
“Oh, it is. You can join me if you like, I might even let you hold my balls.”
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